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Author: Mistress of the Tormented
Fiction Rated: T - English - Angst/Drama - Reviews: 3 - Published: 09-29-06 - Updated: 09-29-06 - id:2254650

A/N: this was inspired by a very sad evanescence song, It's 12:40 am, And im sure i made mistakes, so please correct me. Thanks.

With you

“You're not alone,
No matter what they told you, you're not alone.
I'll be right beside you forevermore”

Everybody left the room; it was only her and I. She lay so beautiful in her soon to be prison. Our soon to be prison. I could hear them whisper as they shut the door and walked away.

Should we leave her all alone in there?

I felt offended. I wasn’t alone; I was with her, my sweet Arabela. Her curly crimson hair rippled on the white silk pillow. The amazing pale and translucent skin glistened like never before. This black dress I wore, was soaked with tears. But I didn’t care; I would be with her forever.

You’re not alone; I’m here to stay.

I whispered, my voice cracking. I took her hand and kissed it softly. She was cold like a stone. I hated it so, she resembled a corpse: emotionless and soulless. I whipped the tears, endlessly streaming down my cheek and took in a deep breath. Her eyes were closed and her smile was calm, but I knew she could hear me. We were sisters: she had to have heard me.

I love you.

Her sweet voice played in my head.. Ah, her calming voice, the only one I always craved for. The door creaked open, I didn’t look back and I kept my eyes on Arabela.

We’re leaving now.

I knew the time was coming. I would wait.

I’ll meet you guys there.

I said calmly. He left and then they were really gone. I was finally alone with her, but not for long. I climbed into the box where she lay. It was big enough for the both of us; I could fall asleep and awake with her, alone. They wouldn’t find me now. I played it over and over in my head, no human contact with us, only machine. I shut the lid carefully and waited. My eyes closed and I fell into a deep slumber, I met her in my dreams. I saw her lively eyes and her infectious smile.

I’m coming. I’m going to be with you.

I became impatient but we were already there, ready to be lowered into our final resting place. I wonder what they were thinking.

Where’s Eva?

Maybe, I doubt it. The only thing I could hear was the faint voice of a man. Then, silence. I smiled. We were alone, again. This time it would be permanent. As I slowly became unconscious, I could hear her voice getting louder and louder. The walls were creeping in, but I saw her stretched her arm out for me to take it. I ran into her arms, and instantly smelled her lovely perfume. I was no longer in the darkness, I had stepped into the light and would be in the light forever with Arabela.

I long to be like you, sis,
Lie cold in the ground like you did.
There's room inside for two
and I'm not grieving for you.”



© Copyright 2006 Mistress of the Tormented (FictionPress ID:532360).


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